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You've probably heard someone use the phrase "opportunity came knocking" before, and thought little of the actual phrasing. I mean, that's how cliches work most of the time. On this occasion, however, it happened that that phrase applied quite literally.

When I'm not out pursuing prey, I can quite frequently be found at my home far outside of the nearby pony town, on the outskirts of the Everfree Forest. While they have an almost irrational fear of the place, I guess being a carnivore makes me less worried about living close by. On the rare occasion I've had a hostile creature come near my property, it's been a quite simple matter to give it a talon swipe across the behind and send it running back into the forest. Do that a few times, and you find you aren't bothered anymore.

This particular day found me on the large sofa in my living room that was my primary resting point while I wasn't out 'hunting', enjoying a book I'd recently picked up from the library in the nearby city. Given that this small town was less accustomed to gryphons, and my activities involving its population, it seemed wise not to frequent any of the local businesses lest I be identified by former prey.

While taking some time to read was hardly unusual for one of my days, what was highly unusual was the knocking I heard at the door. Given my remote location, I almost never have visitors, but the feline part of me that's easily startled was quickly silenced when I remembered that I had a package of potion-making supplies I'd ordered a week ago that should have been arriving either today or tomorrow. That told me not only what I'd find at my door, but who, as there was only one pony in the town who actually knew where to find me and was fearless enough to keep flying out here to bring me packages.

It was no surprise, then, to open my front door and find the familiar grey mare with blonde mane and tail and eyes that pointed in different directions standing at my door with the small box I'd been expecting clenched firmly in her mouth. While the box looked remarkably intact, she looked like she'd taken a tumble or two on the way there, which was fairly standard for her accident prone nature. It had been my theory since moving here that Derpy - as she told me to call her - was so unmoved by being close to the Everfree Forest because she figured she'd taken most of the punishment life could throw at her already just by running into things on a regular basis. Honestly, though, the fact that she could fly as a delivery pony at all with her vision problem spoke to a higher degree of coordination than you'd find in most ponies with two working eyes. I think it was in part due to that that I'd always liked her.

"Ten bits!" she perkily blurted out as soon as I took the package out of her mouth.

I handed her the payment, but again found myself drawn to the twigs sticking out of her coat and the sweat plastering her mane to her forehead. Here at the edge of the forest the seasons handled themselves, and it was heading out of late Spring into Summer. She looked overheated and exhausted, and I would have felt like a jerk if I'd had her just leave while looking that worn out and beat up.

"Hey, you want to come in and cool off for a little while? I can draw up some cold water from the well for you!"

"That'd be great, thanks!"

True to her cutie mark and its grouping of bubbles, she still managed to have a bounce in her step as she trotted inside, despite how tired and roughed up she looked. I think that overly happy nature she had was part of why her supposed lack of intelligence got talked about behind her back. I'd never had any kind of long conversation with the mare, but she didn't strike me as disabled as much as she did a little bit simple-minded. She just seemed to enjoy life without questioning anything, and I have to say I could kind of get behind that outlook.

I let her find her way to my living room while I went into the kitchen and pumped up a glass of water. I came back to find her sitting on my couch in a somewhat unusual position. Whereas most ponies laid on their stomachs when relaxing, she had her rump on the couch with her hind legs dangling over, and her back against the cushions on the back with her wings spread and hanging to her sides. I've sat like that myself before and enjoyed the comfort, but with her rump that far forward she was also leaving her tail hanging down between her legs and her 'nether regions' plainly exposed, which didn't seem to be bothering her in the least.

It was hardly the first time I'd seen a mare's genitalia, so it didn't come as a shock as much as just an oddity. I didn't even think their anatomy would allow them to find that kind of position comfortable, but maybe it was just a pegasus thing.

I handed her her water without commenting on it and settled into my favorite chair on the opposite side of the small room, sighing and closing my eyes as I relaxed. The breeze from my windows was surprisingly cool and refreshing as it blew out of the darkened canopy of the nearby forest, helping to banish the heat of the day. It seemed to be having the same effect on my guest, who almost looked like she would fall asleep if she hung around much longer. I happened to know that I was always her last run for the day, since my house was so far out from the town, so she wouldn't be in danger of being behind schedule.

When I opened my eyes to look at her again, though, she was still in that odd position and the smooth, plump flesh of her marehood was still pointed almost directly at me. I could feel the familiar hunger, but this time the drive to act on it wasn't fully present. If I was being honest with myself, this was a perfect opportunity, and it had been a few weeks since my last successful hunt. I know that as the saying says, beggars can't be choosers, but doing that to this mare who had been faithfully bringing me packages since I moved here just seemed wrong.

Every now and then, though, it seems that fate itself smiles on even the most devious endeavours, and delivers a way even where there doesn't appear to be one. As fate would have it on this particular occasion, she opened one eye slightly before I could close mine and caught the direction of my stare. My first instinct was to try and apologize it away since she obviously couldn't know my true intentions, but instead she just opened both eyes and raised an eyebrow slightly, an effect made semi-comical by her eyes trying to wander in opposite directions.

"Wait a second, you haven't been reading dirty magazines or something, have you? The delivery pony asks for the money and the lonely gryphon offers to pay a different way?"

She actually caught me off guard with that one and I had to laugh.

"Well in this situation I already gave you the delivery fee. Wouldn't that mean it'd be you offering me compensation for my hospitality?"

"Actually, I guess so! You turned that one around on me pretty quick!"

She laughed good-naturedly, and it still seemed like she wasn't offended to have caught me staring at her junk like I was. She seemed pretty open to this kind of topic, though I doubt she would have been if she knew what was going through my head. The more I thought about it though, the more this weird idea started to take shape. It was crazy, and reckless, and might get me in the kind of trouble I couldn't get myself out of, but maybe this situation could end in what I wanted if I was willing to try a different tactic.

"Honestly, I'm not sure there's much I could offer back," she said after we'd stopped laughing. "I'm kind of having to make every bit count right now thanks to losing hours this week after a - ah - shipping accident."

"Is that just this week, though? You going to be able to make ends meet?"

"I mean, I hope so. At least they haven't fired me, right?"

The crazy idea in the back of my head was starting to grow, starting to achieve form and definition. I still couldn't believe I was even entertaining this, but if she didn't run away at the idea of me wanting to screw her in exchange for my hospitality, maybe this wouldn't be the wrong approach. I was taking a big gamble, but if I had half the sense I should have had, I wouldn't have started doing my 'hunts' in the first place. It could be I just got lucky with that last mare and now I was about to push my luck way too far, or it could be that this was about to show me another way to get what I craved.

"I...think I could think of something we could do if you'll hear me out. It could help you keep a roof over your head too."

"Alright, let's hear it." She had that sardonic smirk on her face again, like she was expecting exactly the porn scenario she'd laid out a minute ago.

"I live out here because I do survey flights over the Everfree Forest and write reports that I send back to Canterlot. They pay me pretty well for that, so I could definitely afford to help you make sure your bills are taken care of for a little while, but I want something...unconventional in return."

"Why are you dancing around it so much when I just said it when we started talking? It's not as if it's a mystery."

"That's not what I'm talking about. Well, it could be involved with what I'm talking about, but - well - you can obviously see I'm a predator. And you may not be personally familiar with this, but it's really hard to actually find meat to eat in this country, and even when you can you tend to get looked at like a freak."

"Well," she said slowly, "I may not know what it's like to eat meat, but I know what it looks like to have people look at you funny."

"Yeah...so I found a way to get - um - meat...but it's not in a way anyone knows or expects. I get that it's not really right to do it, but I evolved to be a carnivore, and some part of me just feels like I'm ignoring it if I don't act like a carnivore."

"If this is a long-winded way of telling me you're going to solve my financial problems by cooking me and eating me, I'm going to have to say no." She was looking at me like she was kind of worried, and I realized that I was dancing around the subject hard enough that she was going to think I was a serial killer.

"I am NOT trying to get your permission to cook and eat you! I'm sorry, I'm not that great at talking to anyone, which is part of why I live all the way out here, because being nervous makes me blather on and dance around whatever subject I actually want to talk about."

"Ooookay...," she said slowly, still looking kind of nervous but not taking glances at my talons between every word I spoke.

I took a deep breath and tried to collect my thoughts. This entire conversation hung on how I was going to explain what I wanted to her, and if I did it wrong she might run out and rat me out like that voice in the back of my head was telling me was the only way this could end. I had passed the point of no return, though. There was no way I could just tell her to forget it and let her go on her way. I'd probably be getting a knock on the door from the local constable within the hour, and there was no way I'd be able to talk my way out of that one.

"The truth is, I found that there are certain parts of ponies that they can live without that I like, and I'm willing to offer you a pretty big bag of bits if you let me have what I want. This bracelet on my wrist isn't just to look pretty, it has zebra magic embedded in it that their doctors use which let's them work on patients without any pain or blood. I...acquired it a few years ago, and I use it to get what I'm about to ask you for."

She didn't say anything this time. The look of nervousness was surprisingly replaced with just curiosity. I had thought that by this point she would have been headed for the door or started looking with fear at my talons again, but all she did was glance at my bracelet when I mentioned it and then go back to listening to me. If she was still sitting there after all this, I had to take the chance. For the first time in my life I felt a sudden urge to be open and honest and whether she liked it or not, this pony in front of me was going to be the target.

"What I want from you is your clit. I found out a few years back that I can use my bracelet to take them with no pain and no mess, and the mare doesn't even need to recover afterward. There's no would left or anything. I'll give you enough bits to cover your bills for the next three months if you let me."

Silence. My heart even took a break for a few seconds. I could feel my body temperature rising and falling in pulses with shear terror at what would happen next. I had never before even alluded to this with anyone else, and now the first pony I invited into my home got the whole story and I was asking her to part with her love button willingly? I needed a therapist. This could not be healthy behavior.

"Okay."

Something was wrong with her too. Something was wrong with both of us. We were both nuts. The entire universe was exploding to little bits outside my house. I had finally lost my Sisters-damned mind. There was no possible explanation for how I could have heard what I just heard.

"You...you're serious?" It tumbled out of my mouth in a rush, and at this point I wasn't worried about sounding crazy. I just told her the craziest crazy to ever crazy and she was still sitting. On. That. Couch.

To answer, she reached down with her hooves and spread her dark-grey lips open to reveal the succulent candy pink inside them. She looked down and noticed that didn't really show what I was looking for, and she released one pussylip to peel back her thick hood and reveal her mottled-grey clit tip to my hungry stare. It was small since she wasn't aroused or anything, but after these last few weeks of nothing to sate my hunger but protein supplements and fish, I didn't care.

"I...one thing, though," she stumbled out, "you said the - uh - dirty magazine thing could happen if I wanted it? I think I heard that in your - um - speech earlier. Would that still be possible, or- OH!"

My lunge across the room to bury my beak in her folds broke her sentence off quite abruptly. My tongue might have been mostly attached to the inside of my beak, but by the Sisters I was going to give her one hell of a climax to pay her back for what she was going to let me do. I shook my bracelet to release its other spell into my talons, making the large hooked claws on the ends of my fingers slowly disappear into them and then my fingers were kneading her teats up over top of my head.

The speed with which she started moistening my beak hinted at why she might have said yes. I might have had some experience in the past at eating out females, knew how to start gently to get them ready and then get faster to bring them off in no time flat, but my skill was not the only factor here. Something about my explanation or my request had made her excited, and she only needed a little coaxing to get nice and soaked. That look I had seen before when she was hanging on my next words wasn't just curiosity, it was arousal.

Have you ever made the central focus of your life something that's technically wrong, and yet it seems like the universe itself keeps smiling down on it? Yeah, that's how I was feeling right now.

As soon as she was wet enough I had my fingers plunging into her leaking hole to press upwards into that spot I knew was just a few inches in and would massage the shaft of what was soon going to be in my stomach while my tongue kept drawing circles around the little bumps on the tip of her clit and running circles around it and under her hood. I could feel my erection dripping a little of its own wetness, but I ignored it in pursuit of what I really craved.

She was squealing and having a hard time sitting still at this point, and I worked her with all the skill I'd developed over years of plying my secret trade. I might have had a bit more experience deep-throating stallions, but I'd used a hard orgasm on enough mares to leave them unaware of what they were losing in the bargain that Derpy was going to have her world rocked by a pro.

Right while I was thinking that, she suddenly threw her head back and yelped before moaning again and again as a deliciously thick stream of clear love juice shot out of her and straight into my open beak, ready and waiting to swallow it all down. I kept working my fingers at that swollen spot in her canal, coaxing her to release all that pent up fluid right down my throat, and she proved only too willing to comply.

What seemed a lot longer than the few seconds it was soon ended with her slumping bonelessly on my now sweat-damp sofa, trying in vain to catch her breath as I gave her a last few licks to round off her climax. I looked up and had to stifle a giggle as I saw her head lying back on the cushions, mouth open, tongue hanging out as her trademark eyes wandered aimlessly in their sockets, their owner far too deep in her afterglow to care.

Normally, this would be when I'd extract my prize and beat a hasty retreat, but now I was in the semi-awkward position of being able to hang around afterwards since my 'victim' in this case was a willing participant. It felt like it wouldn't be right to just follow more normal routine given the rather odd nature of this meeting.

"So...are you sure about this? I mean, I know you said yes, but you were obviously enjoying having it just then. You sure you're okay with losing it? I'm not sure if you'll lose all of that sensation, but you'll definitely lose most of it."

She took a minute longer to get her breathing under control before letting out a heartfelt sigh and leaning back forward to peel her hood and lips back to show her fully engorged knob in all its glory. She poked at it gently with the tip of her hoof.

"Yeah, I think I'll be okay without it. I've had a lot of fun with it, and I'd like to keep it, but I made a deal with you already, and honestly...this is...strangely hot. I mean, I've never thought about something like this before, but once you told me what you wanted I just...I don't know. It turned me on."

She pressed her hips out to me, winking with her marehood still held open to make her engorged clitoris throb at me.

"Take it, a deal's a deal."

I twisted my bracelet with my left hand and my stolen magic rose off of it and plunged into her open folds while sinking into my fingers at the same time and retracting my long, curved claws. She watched the process in fascination, squirming a little at the sensation of my magic doing its work inside her. When I reached out and gently grasped her still-swollen clit she moaned softly and blushed.

She was still so wet it was hard to get a good grip on my target, so I used the napkin I had placed on the end table for her water when I brought it to her to dry her off a little and get a better grip. This time when my fingers pressed into her flesh and I gave a little pull, her clit tip stayed put in my fingers, so I slowly started to pull back more to draw it out of her body.

She watched in fascination as the only part of her clitoris she'd ever seen slowly gave way to the dark-pink, veiny shaft behind it, more and more of it being pulled free into the cool air until finally I felt a kind of jerk from the flesh in my fingers and she jumped slightly at the sensation of the roots of her pleasure button coming loose inside her.

"Oh wow that felt...strange. I had no idea there was so much of it inside me!"

Instead of answering I slowly drew out the rest of her organ, still preserved at full engorgement by my trusty bracelet. She stared in open awe at the full length of her former clitoris from tip to roots, her wetness dripping off of it onto the floor.

"Oh my goodness. That's...I don't even know what to say."

The moisture still leaking out of her spread open marehood was saying more than enough about how this experience was affecting her. I, meanwhile, was staring at my prize with a look that wouldn't have been out of place on the face of a famine victim placed in front of a royal feast. Her organ may not have been the biggest one I'd had, but everything that had happened to night already had me feeling that this one would taste better than most of the others I'd had. This was given to me, not taken.

"Can I...can I touch it?"

She reached her hooves out to me, and I put her former possession in them. She held it up close to her face and turned it around and over, examining it with a deep blush on her face, the twitching in her haunches again giving away her arousal at the whole situation. To my surprise, she held it up to her lips and licked it before blushing even darker and handing it back to me.

"Sorry, I was just kind of curious."

"It's no problem! Thank you so much for doing this for me."

Just as it always did, putting that freshly extracted clit in my beak satisfied some part of the hunter deep inside me, and I rolled it around on my tongue, savoring the taste of my newest acquisition before swallowing it down whole, sighing in pleasure and relief as I felt it settle in my empty stomach.

Derpy, meanwhile, moaned on the couch above me as she watched the expression of pleasure on my face. I had thought I had a slim chance of getting my favorite meat today, but it turned out I might have gotten a friend in the bargain. Kind of crazy how life works sometimes, isn't it?

We sat and talked for a little while, but eventually the time came for her to head back to Ponyville, her new heavy bag of bits in her saddlebag. I was going to be a little tight on bits myself for a while, but what I got from her and the feeling of helping my new friend more than made up for it.

Before she left, she made me promise this wouldn't be the last time she saw me, and I was only too happy to promise. When you've been a loner for as long as I have, the idea of having a friend, well...

It makes life seem richer.